This is Feng Qingqing's third visit to the city. The last time Feng Shan took her to see the Lantern Festival Lighting was already eight years ago. Now that she is in the downtown area, she is very excited.
There are many shops on both sides, and the streets are bustling with people dressed in beautiful clothes, cars like flowing water and horses like dragons. It is such a prosperous and beautiful scene, which opened her eyes and dazzled her.
Not only her, but also Guibiesheng and Zheng Yunbiao in the team. What should have been done in secret has become a trip to the market.
Zhan Yu couldn't help worrying about the safety of this trip, so he couldn't help calling everyone to him, and scolded in a low voice: "Be honest, remember, our mission is to spy on the enemy, not to go shopping!"
The boys and Feng Qingqing looked at each other and nodded in unison.
Zhan Yu snorted in satisfaction, and happened to walk in front of a glutinous rice ball shop at this time, bursts of hot aroma came from inside, and everyone couldn't help but their stomachs were rumbling and their index fingers twitched.
Feng Qingqing suddenly shouted at the side: "Look, look, Old Chenji glutinous rice balls, I remember the food here is delicious, let's go!"
"good!"
With a splash, Zhan Yu was rushed in by Feng Qingqing and others.
Zhan Yu immediately shook his head helplessly.
These kids are hopeless...
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Everyone opened their mouths wide and looked at the piece of meteorite iron that was bigger than the pot in front of them. The iron was as black as ink, and it felt like gold and jade to the touch. There was a clanging sound when it was stabbed, and there was not even a single white spot left on it. It was hundreds of times stronger than cold jade iron and gold fine iron jade in the world.
This is the extraterrestrial meteorite, also known as Xingsha meteorite.
Ye Qingxuan's Lingmiao Sword contains this ingredient, but the amount is not much. This is the first time he has seen such a huge meteoric iron in front of him.
The old Tibetan sword knocked on the meteorite iron with a hammer, and said: "Star sand meteorite is the hardest thing in the world. It took me nearly a hundred years to extract its essence and cast two primary magic swords: a long sword Two feet six inches wide, more than two fingers wide, a soft sword that is as colored as glass and as thin as a cicada's wing, the sword is named Hanli; the other is three feet six inches long, more than three fingers wide, and a pure white sword named Hanli. It's called Bingyu."
Seeing Li Daozong's eyes brighten, the old man Cangjian smiled and said: "That's right, this 'Bingyu' was taken away by the owner of Fengyi Pavilion back then, and finally given to Li Muchan."
"What about the Cold Glass Sword?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
With a clang, a crystal light flashed in front of the eyes of the two of them, and a glass-like, thin and transparent soft sword appeared in the hands of the old man who hid the sword.
Nie Xingxie replied in a daze, "Good sword!"
Li Daozong and Ye Qingxuan looked at each other and smiled. If there is a suitable candidate for this sword, it must be Nie Xingxie.
The old Tibetan sword brushed the sword lightly, and said with emotion: "This sword has been by my side for a hundred years, but it is a pity that I have never found a good owner for it, even though 'Bingyu' has gained a great reputation in the world. , this 'Cold Glass' is still unknown, it's my fault!"
As a swordsmith, the greatest achievement is not only to forge a good sword, but also to find a good owner for this good sword, so that the name of this sword is as famous as its owner.
Li Muchan didn't wrong "Bingyu", so "Hanli", who was from the same background as "Bingyu", should not be given to mediocre people.
Nie Xingxie was really itchy, it's rare that his boring personality would take the initiative to attack, he took two steps forward, bowed his hands and said in a salute: "Nie Xingxie, senior, please give me the 'cold glass', so that the junior can increase the ability to eliminate demons and defend the way." Strength! I will definitely live up to the high expectations of my predecessors, and I will not lose the reputation of 'Han Li'... "
The old man who held the sword glanced at Nie Xingxie, but asked cautiously: "It's not just talking about fighting demons and defending the way. Do you have the temperament to be worthy of this sword? Back then, the master of Fengyi Pavilion also asked for 'Han Glass', but I rejected it because I have no one to accompany me, you... are you sure about this?"
Before Nie Xingxie could answer, Meng Yuanyun took a step forward and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Senior Hidden Sword, if you want to say who in the world is most worthy of this sword, it must be our tweezers..."
The old man Cangjian smiled slightly and asked: "Oh? The commander is..."
"Family teacher 'Li Jian' Yan Wushe..."
The old man Cangjian was taken aback, "It's him? Then Yan Wuchang..."
"Enemy." Nie Xingxie replied solemnly.
"His master is Yan Wushe, but his adoptive father is Sikong Jianchou!" Meng Yuanyun leaned forward with a smile, pointed to his nose and said, "My master is incomparable, but Sikong Jianchou is also half of me. Master!"
The old man Cangjian nodded, and said: "It turns out that they are all descendants of old people."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "This 'Han Li' sword, whether it is Yan Wushe or Situ Jianchou, should be compatible, right?"
The old swordsman chuckled, stroked the beard on his chin, and said: "The martial arts of these two naturally fit the characteristics of this sword, but... the master is strong and the father is strong, but the apprentice may not be good!"
Nie Xingxie saluted respectfully, "Senior, please borrow your sword!"
"good!"
The old man Tibetan sword stopped drinking, and the "cold glass" in his hand flew out of the air several feet away.
Nie Xingxie fled across the sky in a sudden, and still made no sound despite his speed. He used the breathing restraint technique taught by Sikong Jianchou to the extreme, within a certain range, even the sound of breaking through the sky did not come out.
The strangeness of Nie Xingxie's lightness made everyone's eyelids tremble. In an instant, "Han Li" was in his hands, and everyone was not allowed to breathe. At the moment when he held the Han Li sword, the space in the foundry was suddenly quiet. quiet!
Even the whirring of the fire and the bellows stopped in an instant, and all the light dimmed. At the same moment, Nie Xingxie and the "Han Li" sword in his hand disappeared simultaneously—
hiss!
The sound of everyone gasping for air erupted...
When there was no room for doubt, a transparent sword burst out soundlessly, and it was not until the surrounding walls were slashed by the soundless sword that the almost imperceptible rustle was heard in the ears of everyone.
The sword passes, the person appears.
The suddenly dim light all around suddenly reappeared.
The old man with the sword turned pale in shock, and hurried to one side of the wall to observe carefully. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes just now, the fine marks on it could hardly be seen at all, and the fine marks were more than a foot deep, which showed Nie Xingxie's strength. The benefit of swordsmanship.
"[Ten steps, one kill]? Good swordsmanship!"
The old man Cangjian couldn't help sighing: "It's rare that you can practice the sword technique of the king of killers to the point of being silent. If you put this sword in your hands, then the bitter days of the people in the Demon Sect will come soon." .Okay, this sword belongs to you!"
"Thank you for your success, senior!"
Meng Yuanjun excitedly took the belt from the old man who held the sword, which was also the scabbard of the Hanli sword, so he apologized and ran out alone to familiarize himself with the sword.
Meng Yuanjun was stunned for a moment, and complained: "Damn it, there is a sword but no brother!"
Everyone couldn't help laughing.
Ye Qingxuan looked at the extraterrestrial meteorite in front of him, and asked curiously: "Senior Cangjian, you said just now that this ice jade and cold glass are all extracted from a piece of meteorite, but why is one hard and the other soft? A stronger sword?"
"Even if it is the same stone, there are parts with different textures. The cold glass sword is made of the essence of the essence, while the ice jade sword is actually made of the leftovers after the cold glass sword."
Everyone was taken aback, Meng Yuanjun asked anxiously: "The essence of the essence? When the two swords meet, isn't the cold glaze sword better?"
The old man Tibetan sword snorted coldly, and said: "Swordsmen compete with swords, they are looking at people, not swords."
"If you don't consider the human factor, what about just talking about swords?" Ye Qingxuan refused to let go.
"The outcome is unpredictable."
"But isn't the cold glass sword the essence of essence?"
"Who said the essence of essence is the strongest part?"
"Is not it?"
The old man who hid the sword smiled and replied: "The patriarch of Bingjiamen once handed down a saying: a piece of fine iron rough stone, in the eyes of famous swordsmiths, the essence is never uniform. A sword, whether it is good or bad, is not First look at the material, but at the heart of the swordsmith, what kind of sword he wants to make in his heart.
Some famous masters want to forge the strongest sword, then in his eyes, the most essential part must be the hardest and strongest part of the original stone; similarly, if a swordsmith wants to forge the most flexible sword , then he will choose the softest and toughest part... If each swordsmith has a different sword in their hearts, the most essential and most desired part will be different in their eyes. "
The old Tibetan sword pointed to a pile of black minerals that had melted into a lump in the corner, and sighed: "That is the material left after training 'cold glass' and 'ice jade', like a stubborn stone, extremely heavy and blunt , Extremely strong. That piece of Xingsha meteorite that melted back then can be cast into two swords, but when I saw it, there were only two swords in my heart, one was soft and the other was sharp. But who can be sure, if someone sees it again, there will not be a third sword in his heart? Maybe in our eyes, it is a pile of waste, but maybe in the eyes of some people, we can see another sword from it. A sword, a peerless famous sword not inferior to 'Han Li' and 'Bing Yu'!"
"The most heavy, the most blunt, and the most strong? That means there is no toughness..." Li Daozong frowned and said: "Swords are different from knives. Without toughness, many sword moves cannot be used. It is difficult to create a peerless famous sword!"
"The heaviest, the most blunt, and the most strong?" Meng Yuanyun looked at the pile of stubborn iron, and couldn't help laughing: "In my opinion, instead of casting a sword, it can be directly made into a shield or an iron rod!"
"Unseen—"
Ye Qingxuan's soft words attracted everyone's curious eyes.
The old man Cangjian couldn't help teasing: "Young man, don't be too forceful? My old man has been looking at this pile of waste for two hundred years, but he hasn't been able to see the third sword. You haven't eaten yet. There is a lot of salt in it, and it would be too childish to say that it can be seen, right?"
Everyone smiled and shook their heads.
If you want to forge a sword, you must also target the target, and you can't make a fool of yourself. It would be easy to forge a sword by force, but everyone knows that the sword that the old man Tibetan sword said must be no less than "cold sword". "Glass" and "Bingyu" peerless swords, rather than just a sword shape.
Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Ye Qingxuan didn't get angry. He just said softly: "The epee has no front, and it doesn't work well."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.